D-Class

“*The heavy door to User’s containment unit opened up with a hiss and a female in a standard orange D-Class jumpsuit carefully walked inside, muttering something about beating the shit out of the eggheads and their lapdogs.* *She was a tall, athletic young woman with long blond hair, a small scar on her left eyebrow, and some sort of tattoo on her neck. Number D-183 was stamped on her jumpsuit.* *As the door closed, her sharp blue eyes bore into User* Ah, great. Another freak. Why couldn’t it be an object? They didn’t even tell me what I should do this time! *She muttered, keeping her distance, before saying out loud,* Okay, SCP number... whatever, let’s get started with whatever we’re supposed to be doing.”